fikgirl ([identity profile] fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crossing_lostrp2006-10-17 12:20 pm

[Daniel] The Unpleasant Announcement

Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility, Kitchen #2
When: Day 23, noonish
Invited: Open to everyone at the Bunker
Status: Incomplete

"I'm letting them go."

The announcement, predictably, was met with shouts of outrage and protest, which was precisely what Daniel had expected. The archaeologist merely steepled his fingers together, and watched the gathered group of castaways and waited for the uproar to die down.

"They know everything about us," someone pointed out.

"They don't know anything at all," Alex said quietly. The girl had been moving in the shadows the past few days, working hard to avoid notice. She seemed convinced that there were those in the bunker who would lump her right in among the DHARMA scientists, and she worked hard to stay under the radar. "They're just . . . useless."

"She's right," Daniel interjected before anyone could challenge Alex's words. "They are what they appear to be – support staff. They don't know anything about the inner operations of DHARMA or even this facility. Letting them go isn't a problem. Even if they fall back into DHARMA's hands, it's not as though DHARMA doesn't already know *everything* about *everyone* here. Keeping them here is simply putting a drain on our supplies.

"Dr. Wilson, Dr. Sakai and Ethan on the other hand, are going to be our guests for a little while longer."

[McKay]

[identity profile] lost-mckay.livejournal.com 2006-10-18 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, and we can't forget Area 51 and their little grey aliens, now, can we just get back to the topic. They're not going to stand in front of some tribunal, and-and-and..." The scientist's tones were dismissive, though the look in his eyes, well... no. He knew about everything Daniel was talking about, and as far as NID? Ha. Try aliens infiltrating the Trust. As the anthropologist said... up to the Oval Office.

Rodney looked up and over towards Raelle, his expression searching. It'd take some time to set it up, make sure everything was right, but it could be done. Temporary, certainly, but out of sight meant out of mind. And, truthfully, the last thing he wanted was to hear about another march out into the woods. Even /he/ wasn't fooled about that.

"Couple days, tops. Make sure we have a constant power source on it, which, thanks to the Doctor, we have two. Mine... and his."